Loving the ghost.
But in my blood, through my bones (when they creak and when they cry).
There is no moment without you. I cannot reach you.
Never have I wanted to feel something on my skin as much as yours.
I am grateful. Your spirit is not sufficient.
Your voice haunts me.
(You used to sing to me everyday . . .)
Your love passes through me. Like a dream.
I cannot love like this.